The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1887-02-16

the same purpose, but put them back
again, not strong enough to abandon
them all at once.
It was summer at Haven, but it was
not summer in Betty lie Breton's heart.
l think she remembered other Junes,
whose flowers were no sweeter, whose
woods were no greener-Junes that had
borrowed something of their charm from
her own happiness, that like the moon
shone with borrowed light. She was
trying to sing one of the old songs at her
piano one twilight-songs she had sung
with Aleck in their drives through the
woodland aisles, where they had loved
to linger; but the sobs choked her, and
the tears crowded and iostled each other
in her eyes; and suddenly, when the last
vibration of the notes had ceased, voice
outside took up the strain and sang it
through.
at is Aleck, " she cried, hurrying to-
ward the piazza like one in a dream.
Then she walked, turned back, and sat
down. Supposing it was Aleck, he be-
longed to Louise OF course it was a
mistake. 1t was because she had been
thinking about him. Aleck was dead,
and she had no right to think of him.
She never would think of him again
never; she would forget him, as he had
forgotten her. Dead or alive, he could
be nothing to her-nothing, nothing
He had broken her heart could one
love with a broken heart?
Somebody was coming into the room
with lighted lamp, preceded by excit-
aH II
lowed by Mrs. Ames.
Isn't it marvelous9" she was saying.
" such a shock, too, for the Squire's
family, just as they were getting used to
the idea of DEATH"
'But is it true?" asked Miss lie
Breton.
Eetty had shrunken into the dark cor
ner of the long room (Which one lamp
only illuminated in patches) in order to
hide the tears upon her eyelids.
"True as preaching. was just get
ting into the train for Haven this after
noon-I had been up to town for a trife
of shopping and l heard a familiar
voice saying, Allow me to carry your
bundle, Mrs. Ames.' 1t made me shiver
and my blood curdle. looked over my
shoulder, expecting to see a ghcst-a
railway stations queer place for a
ghost, though, isn't it2 Well, there
stood Aleck Fanshawe. / shan't be any
more surprised at the Day of Judg-
ment."
What changed" cried Miss LIE Bre-
ton; land they are all in their mourn
ing, and the stone up in the cemetery,
and the estate administered upon.
wonder where Betty is2"
eyes, seems as though they'd been to
mortal lot of expense for nothing"
And what happy day for Louise
Turner" sighed Miss LIE Breton. IT
suppose he has cabled to his father9"
Mrs. Ames answered with hearty
laugh. "That's the oldest part of it.
He asked about all the folks, coming
down in the train; he didn't know they'd
gone to Europe. And he asked first of
all after you, Betty-upon my word
And you don't want to know about
Louise2 said l. Louise whoP said he.
why, Louise Turner of course 'What
about herr Is she married. or deadP
'Marriedp = l cried; why, Aleck Fan
shave, are you mad, or making believer
Didn't you expect that Louise Turner
would confess her engagement to you,
you sly old dog, after the news of your
death2' Confess her engagement to me2'
he repeated, and he looked like thunder
bolt. 1 was frightened. You don't
mean to say you weren't engaged to herP
said. Now she's just like one of the
widows weeds for you,
and went to church on the Souire's arm
when your funeral sermon was preachedp
to her he cried; 4 never
thought of it.. l am engaged to Betty
Breton, and | never loved any one
else,' l thought I'd run over and pre-
pare your mind" pursued Mrs Ames,
''for fear of the shock. Where's Betty2'
Squire Fanshawe's family returned in
season for Betty wedding, and she took
her wedding tour through the White
after all But Louise Turner
never appeared in Haven again. -Harper's
BdzdT.
How Horses Rest.
"Horses can get some rest standing"
said an old trainer recently, provided
he position be reasonably easy, but no
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